...was supposed to be Italian-style wood-fired pizza with friends, followed by a bonfire and s'mores, singing songs. Instead it was setting a broken forearm of a young girl with the orthopedic surgeon hours before he left the country, bargaining with a pregnant lady about whether or not she was in labor, and catching a guy who fainted on me while I was cleaning out the hand that he shot with a pistol. Life is never boring.
